Chapter 46
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: Succubus Dungeon (2)
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"...This trial's nothing like the ones I knew, huh?"
Trials in the temple usually spawned monsters matching the sin they represented. You'd tackle a tough mission, slay a powerful beast, and claim a sweet reward. That was the standard mechanism.
But an amusement park? Out of nowhere?
"This is seriously a full-blown amusement park."
Kyarruruk!
Hey, isn't that roller coaster line way too long? Let's ride something else.
No way! I really wanna go on the carousel!
Familiar attractions, lovey-dovey couples from those classic park videos, mascots prepping for a parade, food trucks lined up everywhere. None of it felt off. And with those cheerful voices all around, it was downright disorienting.
'This is supposed to be that brutal trial?'
-You who licks the very bottom, it shall be harsh for you.
I mulled over the statue's words again, spreading my senses wide to scan for anything unusual.
I couldn't cover the whole park, but my immediate surroundings were fully in range. If something fishy popped up, I'd know right away.
After standing there quietly for about thirty minutes...
"Ha, unbelievable."
The fact that it was just a perfectly normal amusement park left me baffled.
"No signs of monsters, no dungeon vibes at all..."
Places like amusement parks were built for joy; it wasn't easy to harbor negativity here.
So, had I really just teleported to an actual amusement park? No easy answer there.
Part of me wanted to torch the place and sort it out later, but that nagging "what if" held me back.
What if—just maybe—this was all real, and these were real people?
Killing innocents would brand me the worst kind of murderer, leading to a gruesome end.
'Guess I need to investigate first.'
I dialed back my power to blend in with civilians and headed straight for a spot that'd give me the lay of the land.
'The highest point.'
Observation deck, hot air balloon ride—plenty of options, but I picked the balloon.
No ticket? No problem. I slipped in with a crowd boarding en masse.
"Look! Everyone looks like ants down there!"
"Yeah, they're all so tiny now."
"Whoa, this is amazing."
"I'm so happy, honey~"
"I love you too~"
The gondola wasn't huge, and with a family of four plus a couple, it felt cramped.
'The people seem... totally normal.'
Up close, nothing seemed off. Peering down from the balloon revealed no anomalies either.
'But something's not right.'
Call it the hunter's instinct honed by Ferocious Tiger style.
My brain said everything checked out, but my body kept screaming warnings.
'What's bugging me? Why the unease? Where's this deja vu from?'
Deja vu? Did I just think deja vu?
The feeling that I'd seen this before?
That clicked it into place.
Whoosh!
"Kyaaaaah!"
"Gaaahhh!"
"Fire! Fire!!!"
I unleashed flames without hesitation, incinerating the balloon and everyone inside.
They started burning like humans, but as their skin melted, their true forms emerged.
"Kieeeeyaahhh!"
Grotesque faces no human could claim, scales in vibrant hues replacing skin. But their voices stayed eerily human-like—that was their signature trait.
Monsters that lured prey with beautiful voices before devouring them. Sirens. That's what they were.
"Yeah, lust means sirens, right."
How else could hundreds of "people" all have such perfect voices?
Even at a park, folks get tired or cranky. But everyone around me acted blissfully happy, like they'd rehearsed it.
"Modern sirens. Been a while."
The deja vu came from my first run-in with these in the first timeline.
They'd caught everyone off guard back then, racking up a body count.
"Burn them all."
I cranked my left hand's flames to max and leaped from the balloon, wrapping fire around my body like a meteor.
I plummeted to the park's center—the carousel—torching everything nearby.
"He figured it out! He figured it o—kyaaah!"
"Mercy! Water! Get water!"
"Hydrant! Where's a hydrant?!"
"Useless! He's onto us—kill him!"
They didn't just seduce with voices; they immersed prey in the scenario itself.
Luring beyond sex, into false security and complacency, then striking.
'Fell for it hard back then.'
They looked human enough to drop your guard—and even when you realized, the hesitation killed you.
Fwoosh, fwoosh, fwoooosh!
Pure white flames reduced it all to ash, leaving a smoldering ruin unfit for "amusement."
Human disguises, mana mimicking mortals, real buildings... No wonder mana scans came up empty.
"For a lowest-grade trial, it was tricky enough."
Anyone else would've gotten hurt—guaranteed.
Teleport to an existing space rigged as a trap? Deadly.
'But it can't end this easily.'
Too high a difficulty for lowest-grade... yet too simple once the gimmick clicked. One gesture, and poof—done.
Usually, a curveball follows...
"You caught on quicker than expected. And you're no pushover in strength either."
Sure enough.
A voice piped up like it'd been waiting.
"Fitting for the guy who humiliated me."
And its form? Eerily familiar.
"Marren...?"
"Ha! Comparing me to that soft bitch? Do I really look like Marren to you?"
The body matched Marren's, but the expression and outfit screamed different.
Marren wouldn't strut so boldly or wear skin-tight clothes.
'This is the Curse of Lust, full throttle.'
The full-body tights clung like a second skin, outlining navel and crotch perfectly—a lump of pure lust.
Nipples visible too, teasing just enough to provoke an erection on sight.
Covered yet exposed, the perfect torment. And the apricot hue blended seamlessly with Marren's skin.
"Whatever. Doesn't matter. You're dying here by my hand anyway."
"Me? By you?"
"Yes! This is the land of lust. Means I can unleash my full power."
Think one lucky win means you're stronger? Don't tell me that.
With that, the Marren-lookalike Curse of Lust drew a barbed whip.
Snap!
Snap!
"Time to die!"
The whip cracked the ground as it charged straight at me.
Guess our last romp left a grudge.
It approached with such bravado; I had to respond.
"Fine. Time you learned your lesson proper."
Disciplining the Curse of Lust would unlock big hints for lifting Marren's curse.
Essentially a shortcut to curse-breaking intel. I grinned wickedly.
'Punishing the Curse of Lust.'
Only one method came to mind: fuck it like a dog.
Snap!
Snap!
Snap!
Whip-like cracks echoed through the charred amusement park.
But they only sounded like whips striking ground. Nothing close, really.
The source? Easy...
Snap!
"Ahng...!"
Snap!
"Aaaahng...!"
"Did you do wrong or not, you bitch?"
"I-I did wrong, Maaaster...!"
Snap!
"Claiming you regret it while your pussy's squirting like this? You really sorry?"
"I-I'm really, truly sorry! So please stop spanking... Hnng... Uuung!"
Snap!
The sounds of spanking bare ass cheeks. The Curse of Lust, bottom half stripped, bent over on the pavement.
'How'd it come to this?'
The curse felt utterly out of its depth.
She'd wielded the whip, landed the hit.
So why was she the one exposed, ass-up on the ground, getting hand-spanked?
"So, what's the curse-lifting condition?"
"I-I don't know... I really can't remember..."
"Huh. Asking your upper mouth must be the issue—no real answers."
Kim Geon-ho pondered briefly, then unbuckled his belt with a decisive flick.
"Maybe your lower mouth has the truth."
Fuck it doggy-style, and solutions come. His unbreakable philosophy.